no perspective today.

Woke up in the middle of the night with the rain POURING down. No thunder or lightning, just rain in sheets. It was magic.

Fell back to sleep.

Woke up to a contractor going through the house with hubby. After the discussion about Perfect House, we decided to stay in this house for one more year and upgrade the kitchen & landscaping & add a half bath. The whole situation is making me feel gross: bitchy and stuck and overly demanding and frustrated. Our house was just fine until a few days ago - now there's nothing right about it.

I'm sure that the guy who wrote The Tipping Point would have something to say about it. I'm reading his second book, Blink, which is about our ability to make quick intuitive decisions and why they are sometimes wrong.

It's the being wrong part that I'm having a problem with. I know I'm not making sense, I know that staying is more fiscally responsible. I know that we might not be able to afford to live in a neighborhood that I like. But I want to move. *sigh*

In the get-Rahree-into-a-better-frame-of-mind game, I'm having lunch with a good friend that I haven't seen since June, and will be doing a little shopping. (Since I don't have to scrape together a down payment for a house, I can afford some "school" clothes, right?) Hoping to get some time in at the gym or in the park, just to get out of this funk.

Debbie Downer signing off...

Edited at 6:48pm: I'm happy to say that, after a midafternoon margarita, some girl talk, a little retail therapy, KEY LIME PIE and an hour on the elliptical, Debbie Downer is gone. In her place? Happier Helen. Or Slightly Nauseous Nellie.